Page 163 of Black Reign

The handwriting produces no useful match.

Then the hair report populates.

I stare.

Synthetic.

Not hair.

Premium wig fiber.

Naturally.

I laugh once.

Quietly.

“Cute.”

The glass is next.

Saliva.

Female.

Enough for a profile.

No immediate match through anything available to me.

I widen the search.

Nothing.

Consumer databases.

Nothing useful.

Private medical aggregates.

No reliable match.

Government-accessible records I can legally query.

Nothing.

Then the ones I cannot legally query.

Still nothing.

I lean back.

There you are.

Or, more accurately, there you aren’t.

Most people don't understand how difficult it is to live without leaving biological information behind.

Medical systems.